Day 125: Roman Holiday
And so on to Rome...I arrived at some ungodly hour, which I thought was actually quite appropriate. I slung my bag into the Pop Inn Hostel (with crazy guy Cesar…
Day 124: The Wrong San Marino
It all started so well...By 5am in the morning, I had already stepped foot in both Liechtenstein and Switzerland. My logistical powers were at an all time high and so…
Day 123: The Bag Drop
Was rudely awaked by Tom ‘accidently' throwing water in my face. Ah, well, it did the trick anyhow. We got off the train and said our farewells. Tom would be…
Day 122: Top Of The Balkans
We got into Podgorica so early, my legs were shaking. I immediately hopped a taxi to the nearby border with Albania. My driver, Ratko, was top - he didn't speak…
Day 121: The Checkpoint Charlie
What transpired to be an incredibly long day, started in Thessaloniki before dawn. It was raining hard and John and I took far too long getting off the train, so…
Day 120: The Doctor Will Sue You Now
The lovely girl in the hotel reception made me a packed lunch and before I knew it, I was on the 5am train back to Bucharest.Once there, I went on…
Day 119: Carlos The Jackal
After all the excitement of yesterday, I slept like a baby. By that, I mean that I woke up every two hours and started screaming. Although my laptop and camcorder…
Day 118: Er, Anyone seen my bag?
Today should have been a breeze - well timed connections marked my passage through Poland. My coach arrived half an hour early, so it wasn't even a rush to the…
Day 117: Kettles Of Fish
I emerged from the coach in the wee small hours to find myself in the rather attractive town of Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania. I was busy trying to suss…
Day 116: Arrested Development
The boat over to Tallinn was quick and easy and got me in to the capital of Estonia in fine fettle just around noon. I grabbed a cab across town…